Amanda was hosting a sleepover with her two best cheerleader friends, Ann and Sue. The girls were all excited because their football team had won every game so far in their Junior year. It was the first Friday night in October, and the three amigos were watching a movie and talking about everything under the sun in the basement of Amanda's home. Of course, much of the conversation centered around boys. At some point, Ann and Sue's curiosity about Amanda's step-brother Bob came up. Bob was away for his first year in college, but both girls had a slight crush on him. They questioned Amanda to learn more about what it was like to have such a cool brother, even if he was a step-brother.

Amanda told them that she was just four and Bob was six when the families merged. Both had lost one parent, but they were very happy with the family that they had become. Bobby has been the person I looked to for help and support, no matter what the situation. It helped that he is really smart, allowing him to assist me with almost any school question. Moreover, he is wise about life and always offers great advice for the situations that arise.

"He's kind of cute as well," Ann said.

"Sure is," Sue giggled.

"I know a lot of girls like him, as they should," Amanda said. "Anyway, I know how lucky I am to have such a great friend and brother."

"Does he ever get mad at you?"

"Not so much mad, but sometimes he is disappointed in me. I really hate that, because I know he is right. But even then, he makes it into a learning experience for me."

"How does he do that, Amanda?"

"Well, for example, I had a big history test coming up and I was having a hard time remembering what I needed to know. He and I were on the phone for at least two hours, working on ways I could remember what I knew would be on the test. I was sure that I had it down really well. He asked if we should review it one more time. I told him that I was ready, and he would not need to worry about me. When I took the test, I realized I had made a mistake by not working with him more closely. I did get a B, but my goal was to get an A, so I knew I screwed up, and I knew how disappointed Bobby would be in me."

"So how did he react? I mean, a B is not so bad, is it?"

"The thing is, there was no reason I could not have gotten an A. I just needed to put in a little more effort and focus. I got lazy, and I knew it. Bobby was home last weekend to hang with me while our folks were out of town on business. I stayed home Friday night to catch up with him, talk about the test, and apologize for not doing my best."

"So how did it go?"

"This was his first time home since August, so I was really happy to see him. We talked about all kinds of things, including how he liked College and how cheerleading was going for me. We ordered a pizza for dinner before we got to my classes and grades. After cleaning up, we sat in the family room. I hugged him and told him how happy I was that he was home. I sat next to him and showed him the test. He looked at it and asked if I was okay with the results."

"No, Bobby, I'm disappointed in the grade and mostly in myself."

"Why, Amanda, a B is not so bad?"

"I planned to get an A, and you worked with me to get an A. I let us both down. You were willing to work with me more, but I was too sure of myself and kind of lost understanding of what my priorities were."

"That happens now and then to all of us. No one is perfect."

I looked at him, wiped a tear away, and said, "I know, Bobby, but I should have done better; I just can't forgive myself for that."

"Bobby put his arm around my shoulder, gave me a little kiss on the forehead, and told me that he would do his best to help me. I slowly leaned forward, and with his guidance, positioned myself across his lap."

Anne and Sue looked at each other in wide-eyed surprise and anticipation.

Amanda continued, "I could feel Bobby's strong hand gently resting on the back of my plaid school uniform skirt. He told me that he was proud of me for always wanting to do better. I told him how lucky I was to have a step-brother who understood my needs. I felt his hand sliding down the back of my thighs to the hem of my skirt. He slowly raised the skirt above my silky white bikini panties to the small of my back. With his right hand gently brushing the back of my panties, he asked,

"How can I help a naughty high school girl focus better?"

"You should take my panties down and give my bare bottom the spanking I deserve."

With his index fingers inside the elastic waistband, I lifted just enough to allow Bobby to lower my panties. Once removed, he laid them on the arm of the sofa. I clenched my cheeks in anticipation of the first half dozen very firm spanks, which arrived quickly. Bobby paused, gently patted my bottom, and told me to relax as best I could. He helped part my legs and said to me that he likes to spank girls with nice, soft bottoms. I told him I would do my best, as he applied three, not too hard spanks to each side, before continuing the spanking with assorted firmness and pace.

As the spanking went on, I realized that, while I felt the pain, I was becoming somewhat aroused with the landing of each spank. I allowed my legs to open a bit more and could not stop myself from sliding my right hand under my pussy. As the spanking continued, I inserted one and then two fingers into my very wet cunt. My own gyrations were making it more difficult for Bobby to continue the spanking. Somehow, he was able to keep me in position and continue the spanks, as required, until I reached an amazing finish. Totally spent, I stayed quiet across his lap for another five minutes, while he gently massaged my now slightly pink bottom."

"Wow, Amanda, I think I need a spanking," Ann said.

"I know what you mean." Agreed Sue.

"How often do you get a spanking like that?"

"Bobby has spanked me many times. That is actually the first time I masturbated in front of him. Each one seems like the first. It's different every time, but he seems to know exactly what I need."

"When will he be home again?"

"He will be home for Thanksgiving week. I know I will have a spanking coming by then. I'm sure he would be willing to help my beautiful cheerleader friends."